MTL - Xianggong, Please Divorce Me! - Chapter 76 Better to rely on yourself than to rely on yourself

Ye Hai traveled to the Marvel Universe, with a large scientist system, and IQ completely exploded all Marvel superheroes and rebels.

     “What is Iron Man? His steel suit is all my cottage! Tony, I seriously warn you that you have to pay me patent tax!”

     “The Hulk’s stuff is harassing me again, isn’t it just turning your ass red? But I have solved your problem of getting out of control, and a little sequelae should be.

     “Captain America, don’t always show off your shield, your shield is not unusual, I can mass-produce it!”

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Ji Liao was particularly distressed lately. He had been “sexually harassed” (confessed to) for no reason (out of nowhere). Moreover, the other party was a man! Never mind that it was a man but it was well-known *class grass.

11-year-old Jung Si-woo always had to play alone during PE class.

“I’m excluded from any ball games.”

“Are you kidding me? Why are you the only exception?”

“If I play with the rest, everyone will be excluded. Physically.”

The strength that Jung Si-woo has is not from any hard training but just a power he was born with.

When he turns 16 years old, the world faced a cataclysm, a huge castle appeared over the Earth out of nowhere. It began selecting special humans to grant them wings making them a Player and that soon changed the world.

10 years passed.

Jung Si-woo with a supernatural strength has still not been able to forsake his dream to be a Player. While he was enjoying his jobless life, he saved a falling Player and unknowingly met the requirement to be a ‘Underground Player’.

He became more special than anyone ever is! Now, Jung Si-woo brilliant dungeon strategy play begins.

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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